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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Northampton-shire Lover, or a pleasant Dialogue betweene a Northampton-
shire Gentleman and a Marchants daughter of London.
To the tune of Falero lero lo.

THou sweetest of complexion,
whose beauty doth intice:
My heart lives in subjection,
thy love did it surprise:
Let onely this suffice,
thy vertues I doe know,
Which maketh me to love thee,
Fa lero lero lo.

Wert thou not so regardlesse,
of my most kindly offer,
And Warden-like rewardlesse,
wouldst entertaine my proffer,
My Fathers richest coffer,
on thee I would bestow,
For still me thinkes I love thee.
Fa lero, lero lo.

Of all my Predecessors,
I am the onely heyre,
That [liv]eth in North-hampton-shire,
that country rich and faire:
Yet howsoere I fare:
my love shall not be slow:
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

My father being deceased,
marke but my store of land,
Which were my love appeased,
should be at thy command:
Doe not my love withstand,
and thou my state shalt know:
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Three hundred goodly Akers,
of fallow Land is mine,
With threescore five halfe Akers,
which next to them do joyne:
For roodes and part of fetches,
I have as many mo,
Yet thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Unsowne doth lye so much more,
from weeds and thistles cleere:
Which cause shall be more fruitfull,
is kept until next yeare:
Wouldst thou imbrace thy Deere,
all this thou shouldest have too,
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Full fifty head of goodly kine,
my father free doth keepe,
Three goodly teame of Horses,
and full three thousand sheepe:
Beside his swine and poultrey,
then let not love be slow,
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

His tenements are many,
built strong of lime and stone,
In North-hampton standeth fixe,
my father calls his owne:
Thou let thy love be showne,
to him that wooes thee so,
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo,

What is it thou doth cause me,
of thee to be rejected,
My body hath by beautious maides,
beene oftentimes affected:
Yet I all love rejected,
till thee I once did know:
Thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Deere sweete regard my wounded heart,
struck by the God of love:
Which untill I obtaine thee,
I know will nere remove:
Then grant me love for love,
on me thy love bestow:
For thy vertues makes me love thee,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Fond man leave off thy wooing,
for I thy love do shun,
Dost thinke a Marchants daughter,
by words so soone is won:
Maides have beene oft undone,
by mens most flattering show,
Mens vices makes me hate thee,
To love I cry no no.

Men friendly seeme to woo us,
when false they are in heart,
Intending to undoe us,
and so from us to part:
Would all had their deserts,
that prove to maidens so,
Mens vices makes me hate thee,
To love I cry no, no.

The Second part, To the same tune.

FOr all thy fathers riches,
I doe not wey a straw:
Young heires oft spend their coffers,
in riot, pride, and law.
Since first thy face I saw,
my love to thee was flew:
Mens vices makes me hate thee,
To love I cry no, no.

My father is as rich at Sea,
as thine is on the land,
Three goodly ships with Marchandise
do float at his command:
On wealth I do not stand,
enough doth need no mo,
Mens vices makes me hate thee,
To love I cry no, no.

Besides within the Citty heere,
full plainely may be found:
His Shop and full stuft Warehouses
worth many hundred pound.
Which doth to me redound,
but yet I wish not so,
Mens vices makes me hate thee,
To love I cry no, no.

Variety of Gallants,
make shew of love to me,
Who of me shall be slighted,
just as I now slight thee:
My dowry shall procure a man,
whom firme in mind I know,
But yet my love gainst all shall stand
To love I cry no, no.

You men in minde are fickle,
yee love but by the houre,
A maid may find a young man kinde,
who instantly will lower,
In all things men untrue doe prove,
in promise they are slow:

Therefore Ile bid adue to love,
And still will cry no, no.

But if I chance to match wi[t]h man
North-hamptonshire Ile chuse:
Because of minde those men are kind,
the rest I will refuse.
North-hamptonshire to London,
was helper in her woe,
Which is the cause I love them,
Fa lero, lero lo.

Which when this lusty gallant heard
he seemd away to part:
Pretending thereby for to try,
the temper of her heart.
For whether tongue and mind agreed
by this he thought to know,
And yet in heart he lov'd her.
Fa lero, lero lo.

The Damsell this perceiving,
and noting this behaviour:
Though fit to entertaine him,
possest of all her favour:
Which he enjoyd with full consent.
so unto Church they goe.
Where he espousd the maid he lov'd.
Fa lero, lero lo.

The fathers of these couple,
death tooke into his hands,
And they were full possessed,
of all their goods and lands:
They lived in prosperity,
may all young men doe so,
Let men and Maids remember this,
love creepes wher't cannot goe.


FINIS.
Imprinted at London for H. Gosson.

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